Fräulein, allow me?
The Sleepy Maid Of Honour.
(Springs up with a little cry, makes a low curtsey to The Marquis, which he returns in kind, then follows the other ladies.)
SECOND SCENE.
THE MARQUISES. THE PAINTER.
(The Painter paints, without noticing the others, then takes a buttered roll from his pocket and eats.)
The Marquis in Pink.
Ha, now I am going to kill him!
The Marquis in Pale Blue.
Don't you know it is forbidden? The punishment would be severe. They say, too, that he wields a keen blade, and before you know it you are dead as a mouse.